go to that marriage retreat this weekend.” And you think, “Are you kidding me? I can’t get him off the couch for an evening, let alone a whole weekend.” Or somebody says, “I think it would be awesome to run a 5K.” And you think, “Maybe I should.” But then the cynicism sets in. “I’m forty pounds overweight,” you think. “I’ve got a bum knee. There’s no way I could possibly run a 5K.” It’s hard to get your hopes dashed if you never get them up to begin with. But that kind of cynicism poisons our souls